“Viva Hearts Tiger!”
Yes darling, “Viva Hearts Tiger!” That is the text message I received.
Nothing spells discretion like BEING PHOTOGRAPHED WITH THE MOST PHOTOGRAPHED MAN ON THE PLANET!
My stupid sister Viva meant to send it to her new boyfriend. The one she met recently while she’s in treatment (again) for sex addiction. Instead, she sent it to her entire contact list. Probably on purpose. Anything for attention, that’s our Viva!
Fortunately the tabloids contacted me first, and now I’m off to break the news to Elin. I am not looking forward to this — that woman has a temper, boy! The jet’s been fueled up, and I plan on taking her and the children to someplace remote (with lots of open space) for the weekend. I suppose we gals will be getting quite fueled up ourselves. I’ve even invited Lara “Empress of the Universe” Croft — word is she’s got the itch again. This may turn out to be a very interesting weekend, just we ladies…
Tags: basket, elin, Lara Croft, rehab, sex addiction, tiger woods
Et tu Vulva. Poor, poor Tiger. You know he got a real problem, yet people continue to blame him for his woes. The man must have a chemical imbalance. Pity the fool.
Fun!